thedailywhat: Animated Short of the Day: “Inspired, in equal measures, by Hurricane Katrina, Buster Keaton, The Wizard of Oz, and a love for books, The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore is a story of people who devote their lives to books and books who return the favor.” Co-directed by William Joyce and Brandon Oldenburg, Morris Lessmore is one of five films nominated for an Oscar...
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.– Jack Kerouac (via honeyforthehomeless)
Better Nap, Better Living.
jneilblackman: Some nights the colors blur. Shapes stay consistent, but everything looks like a coloring book that has been demolished by some happy child with crayon frenzy. And all the words I read, gluey and abundant, puddle around my laptop. Some nights it’s incredibly frustrating to know that I have to sleep to dream.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Here comes a wave,” Sybil said nervously. “We’ll ignore it....– “A Perfect Day for Bananafish.” - J.D. Salinger
Wittgenstein on Ethics (1929) →
I longed for activity, instead of an even flow of existence. I wanted excitement...– Leo Tolstoy
Invoices from the Better Living Packing Company
jneilblackman: “In conclusion, leaving is easy when you’ve got some place to be.” - Bill Callahan Read More
Why think about that when all the golden land’s ahead of you and all kinds of...– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via dollydust)
What were you raised by wolves? →
plusonecard: This went an unexpected and brilliant direction.
It’s weird…you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold...– Orson Welles
The Year We Fought The Landlocked Blues With... →
“We should talk about how it felt to be part of something that seemed culturally relevant, to be the same age as the musicians and to watch it growing in front of you. To be one of only a few people you knew that took an interest in what was happening… …but it didn’t take me long to realize that the fewer people I told the more it was mine, that this music and these people...
Milk Couple →
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...– Kerouac (via ramonaray)
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words...– T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding.” (via paperbackgirl)
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch...– A. A. Milne (via pavorst)
On a train,
askios: The book I’ve been reading rests on my knee. You sleep. It’s beautiful out there— fields, little lakes, and winter trees in February sunlight, every car park a shining mosaic. Long, radiant minutes, your hand in my hand, still warm, still warm. —Wendy Cope
I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest...– Michel Foucault in an interview titled Truth, Power, Self printed 25 October 1982. via matryyoshka (via isomorphismes)